Andy: You okay? Oh. You were incredible. Whew. You know, I was, too, if I do
say so myself. (Breathing heavily)

Brooke: (Sobs)

Taylor: What's the matter with you?

Nick: Did I lock the front door?

Taylor: I watched you check it twice.

Nick: Okay.

Taylor: You think it has something to do with the hearing tomorrow?

Nick: I don't know.

Taylor: Nick... if you want to call Brooke or you want to go over to see her,
I'm okay with that.

Stephanie: You're still at the office? I-I was just calling to leave you a
message.

Dorothy: Well, I always take a few extra hours when I'm preparing for a
hearing.

Stephanie: Actually, Dorothy, I'm calling to see what time you want me to
meet you um, at the courthouse.

Dorothy: Uh, there's no need for you to be there, Stephanie.

Stephanie: Oh. So then your visit to, uh, Brooke's home went well?

Dorothy: That you know I cannot discuss with you.

Stephanie: But you did go? I mean, you're not going to turn the children over
to her just because she's putting up some sort of a front?

Dorothy: I really have to go, but, uh, thanks for all the help and concern.

(Telephone line disconnects)

Eric: You just can't let go, can you?

Stephanie: Oh, I was just calling to ask her about--

Eric: You keep trying to turn this into your battle, but nobody else wants to
fight. Hope and R.J. are not your kids, and they never will be.

Andy: (Sighs) Oh.

Brooke: (Whimpering)

Andy: Well, I wouldn't want anybody to think you were a bad housekeeper.

Brooke: (Whimpers)

Andy: (Chuckles) oh!

Brooke: (Groans)

Andy: (Laughs)

Andy: What? Come on. I got knocked around more than you did. A little
roughhousing-- small price to pay for the greatest sex of our lives.

Brooke: It was rape.

Andy: Oh. You have no idea how hot it makes me to hear you say that.

Brooke: Leave. Now!

Andy: We're just getting started, honey.

Brooke: (Cries softly)

Andy: Careful. I wouldn't do that... not if you ever want to see your kids
again.

Nick: I wouldn't be being honest if I didn't say I was a bit... (clears
throat) conflicted here.

Taylor: Sweetheart, if you need to go over to Brooke's, if that's what you
feel like you need to do, I'm--I'm fine with that. I trust you. That's why I
married you. That's the kind of man you are.

Nick: Maybe I'll do that then.

Taylor: Although I do feel a little bit of déjà vu.

Nick: About what?

Taylor: Having a husband, uh, rushing off to Brooke's rescue.

Nick: Okay.

Taylor: But wait. Forget I said that. No. That's not what I meant.

Nick: No. If that's the way you feel, then that's how you feel.

Taylor: No, no, no. It's not exactly the same because I know that you
actually understand what's going on with Brooke, that she's just a person that
needs a little shoring up every now and then. And since it was my fault, you
know, for what happened--

Nick: Honey, you were subpoenaed. You did the best you could.

Taylor: Have you done a 180 here? Because the last time we had this argument,
you were blaming me.

Nick: I was confused. I thought we handled it okay.

Taylor: Well, maybe you did. But, uh, I'm still angry with myself, because I
know it was wrong. I have to do that sometimes. I have to remind myself that I'm
actually wrong. I have this tendency to think I'm right.

Nick: What do you know? We may have that in common. (Sighs)

Taylor: See, there was this point where I was so upset because I thought you
were angry at me because I had somehow trespassed on your relationship with
Brooke. And then it was after that that I started to have these deep fears of...

Nick: About what?

Taylor: It was so strange. I mean, the doorbell would ring, and I-- and I
would start to panic. I-I would be afraid to open it because I would think it
was that woman who donated our egg, and she was coming back to say she wanted
equal custody of our child.

Nick: You know that can't happen.

Taylor: No, but what I'm trying to tell you is that... that made me
understand what Brooke is feeling. Except she's actually living my worst
nightmare. You know, the Forresters have done this to people their whole lives.
They've used their money, their power, to take things away from people. And now
they're trying to take her children away. So I do. I want you to go over there,
and I want you to tell her we're both on her side, and that there isn't a chance
in hell that I'll be going anywhere near that courthouse. Okay?

Andy: Oh. Oh, yes, I do. You go ahead. You call 9-1-1. Yeah, that'll be,
what, the third time? Oh, you tell 'em, "I invited a guy over for some sex. He
roughed me up just a little bit," and we'll see just how safe they think it is
for you to bring your kids home.

Brooke: I didn't invite you.

Andy: Oh, sure you did.

Brooke: You broke in.

Andy: I don't see anything broken. Do you? (Laughs) oh, and there's that
picture of us in Café Russe. And what were those words? "Sex addict." That's
right. At the first hearing, the old lady used those. Well, I'll tell you what,
sweetheart, you call the police, you're gonna hear those words again tomorrow.

Brooke: They'll believe me.

Andy: (Chuckles) you know what? You go for it. I've got my bar-certified
powers of persuasion. And you know what? They worked on you, didn't they?

Brooke: (Whimpers)

Andy: (Chuckles) what have you got? You got your kids to lose. You got your
reputation to lose. Oh! But wait a minute. That's the problem, isn't it? Your
reputation. Where are they gonna find 12 jurors that haven't seen you in your
underwear in every magazine, or in some tabloid draped over some guy?

Brooke: You set me up. You researched me. You knew exactly what to say to
make me think that you gave a damn.

Andy: It was perfect. It was the opportunity of a lifetime... and I took it.
It's the American dream. And now guess what? You have a choice. You get to
choose which dream you want to chase. Make Andy sweat, get your kids back...
what you gonna choose?

Stephanie: I am just trying to protect our grandson.

Eric: R.J. will be raised by his mother and father, and you have absolutely
no claim to Hope.

Stephanie: Well, I know that. That's not what-- that's not what this is
about. Eric, I had no one to stand up for me when I was a child. I just don't
want to see anything like that happen to them.

Eric: Come on, come on. The situation is not even remotely similar. I mean,
even you cannot claim that those kids have been abused.

Stephanie: Oh, my God. No. Brooke would never physically abuse her children.
But she neglects them emotionally. All those men in and out of their lives-- you
want to take the chance that one of them could abuse the kids?

Eric: Look, that fantasy is yours. That's your problem, not Brooke's. I mean,
she would throw herself in front of a speeding train before she would let any
kind of violent person even near her children.

Brooke: Get out. (Knock on door)

Brooke: (Gasps)

Andy: Don't.

Dorothy: Brooke, it's Dorothy Bascomb from Child Protective Services.

Andy: Is this what you want them to walk in on?

Brooke: (Cries softly) I just want my children.

Andy: Put this on.

Brooke: (Whimpering)

Andy: Put this on. Come on, come on, come on, come on. Now remember what you
just said to me, all right? You say one word, you will never see those kids
again.

Dorothy: Oh, sorry about the hour. It's just that I always overprepare when I
want a-a case to go my way. Uh... did I wake you? Brooke, are you-- are you all
right?

Stephanie: You have a very selective memory when it comes to your ex-wife.
You seem to forget that your son Rick was so emotionally disturbed by one of her
husbands... that he shot him. You seem to forget that she... (chuckles) that--
that she slept with Bridget's husband, the by-product of which is this little
baby Hope. If you could've prevented that, wouldn't you have?

Eric: You had no business dispatching Dorothy what's-her-name in the middle
of the night to try to trip up Brooke.

Stephanie: Oh, God. All I want is a fair, impartial decision tomorrow.

Eric: That's a lie. You want custody of those two children, and that's all
you've ever wanted.

Stephanie: No. I want Ridge to have custody of those children. And why
shouldn't he?

Eric: And as their parent, his judgment is that the two of them belong with
their mother. Why isn't that enough?

Brooke: I'm sorry. I-I know what I must look like.

Dorothy: Well, you weren't expecting me. How you look is immaterial. W-were
you going somewhere?

Brooke: Actually, yes. I was, uh, going to my sister's. And I-- I-I was
looking for my keys. I can't really seem to find them anywhere. But, uh, you
know, I was, um, I was wondering if maybe-- if you could give me a ride. You
know, sometimes I go over there and I spend the night.

Dorothy: I'm sorry. I'm not allowed to escort any member of a client's family
anywhere. But, uh... I have to tell you, I'm concerned.

Brooke: Why?

Dorothy: I want to walk in that courtroom and have complete confidence that
you are capable of providing a safe and stable home for these children, but
you're not giving me that tonight.

Brooke: What did I do?

Dorothy: Am I interrupting? Is someone here?

Dorothy: I have to report anything you say, Brooke. And I want to be on your
side. I do. I want this family reconnected. But it cannot happen if there is
another problem in this house.

Dorothy: No, no, no, no. I'm not talking about that. Wh -- who you have in your
home is your business. I am referring... to something like the last two
incidents. Do you understand? Something isn't right. You--you're in distress,
and that's your business, too, unless there is something I should know about.

Brooke: No.

Dorothy: Are you sure?

Brooke: Yeah.

Dorothy: Do you need... is there someone I can call for you?

Brooke: No. I just... I'm just kind of nervous about the hearing tomorrow.

Dorothy: Well, you just get some rest, you hear? And you, uh, be yourself
tomorrow. Okay?

Brooke: Oh, yeah. I'll do that. Thank you. (Door closes)

Brooke: Oh. Oh. Oh. Ow!

Andy: Oh, no. That was delicious.

Brooke: (Whimpering)

Andy: (Laughs) you have no idea how hot that makes me-- standing on those
stairs, listening to you protect me. What do you say we try the kitchen? We've
already done this room.

Brooke: Get out! Get away from me! Get out!

(Knock on door)

Stephanie: Dorothy? Come in.

Dorothy: I, uh, won't be staying long. I just had a brief question about
something you said a while back. You said that Ms. Logan has no history of
alcohol abuse. Is that right?

Eric: Brooke? No. No, of course not.

Stephanie: Brooke's not a drinker. But her boyfriends, I mean, who knows?

Dorothy: You know, you really have to get over this notion that having a
boyfriend makes a woman a bad mother.

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